Fab. Where are they?
Ang. You shall not drink 'em here, 'tis supper time,
And from my house no creature here shall stir
These three dayes, mirth shall flow as well as wine.
Fa. Content, within I'le tell you more at large
How much I am bound to all, but most to you,
Whose undeserved liberality
Must not escape thus unrequited.
Jac. 'Tis happiness to me, I did so well:
Of every noble action, the intent
Is to give worth reward, vice, punishment. [Exeunt Om.
Prologue.
To please you with this Play, we fear will be
(So does the Author too) a mystery
Somewhat above our Art; For all mens eyes,
Ears, faiths, and judgements, are not of one size.
For to say truth, and not to flatter ye,
This is nor Comedy, nor Tragedy,
Nor History, nor any thing that may
(Yet in a week) be made a perfect Play:
Yet those that love to laugh, and those that think
Twelve pence goes farther this way than in drink,
Or Damsels, if they mark the matter through,
May stumble on a foolish toy, or two
Will make 'em shew their teeth: pray, for my sake
(That likely am your first man) do not take
A distaste before you feel it: for ye may
When this is hist to ashes, have a Play.
And here, to out-hiss this; be patient then,
(My honour done) y'are welcom Gentlemen.
Epilogue.
If you mislike (as you shall ever be
Your own free Judges) this Play utterly,
For your own Nobleness yet do not hiss,
But as you go by, say it was amiss;
And we will mend: Chide us, but let it be
Never in cold blood: O' my honesty
(If I have any) this I'le say for all,
Our meaning was to please you still, and shall.